The Hobbit's Gift RPG

[Child of the 7th Age]

Auntie Daisy had finally finished eating her second piece of seed cake, and even she had no room in her stomach to cram in even one more tiny crumb. Frodo walked over to the Innkeeper and clanked out a number of silver coins on the top of the bar to pay for their luncheon. Then he went back and collected his Aunt, escorting her to the front door of the Inn.

As Daisy was about to leave and return to the comfort of her burrow, she thanked Frodo for his generosity and sternly reminded him not to forget the errands Bilbo had entrusted to him. For a moment, the lad stood still, with a puzzled expression on his face.

How strange, he mused, I swear I never mentoned that list of chores. I wonder how she knew about it. But as the afternoon sun dipped lower in the sky, he didn't give it a second thought. He had too many things to do before the peddlers in the central square took down their tables and stashed away their wared. Today was market day, and things would be particularly busy. So, off Frodo went straight towards the market at a quick, steady trot to purchase the items on his list one at a time.

Two hours later, the hobbit had finally finished. Every item requested had been purchased and packed away, to be conveyed safely back to Bilbo at Bag-end. Frodo's arms were heavily burdened with packages and several satchels were slung onto his back. I look like a pack pony! Frodo grinned impishly at this accurate description of his plight. Next time, if Bilbo gives me this much to do, I'll get Samwise or Cami to help me carry all the mess.

The short walk between Bywater and Hobbiton seemed to have lengthened considerably in the brief time he'd been away. Almost one hour later, just as the sun was sinking slowly behind the horizon, Frodo arrived at his home, panting like a work horse in from the fields. He dumped his parcels and packets all helter skelter on the entry table, and called out in a cheerful voice, "Bilbo, it's me. I'm home. Come look and see what I've bought for you."

[ January 12, 2003: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]